As I waited for the guests at the entrance of the tearoom, the Namgoong siblings and a girl who seemed to be from the Tang family were coming up.
The girl, dressed in black martial attire with red embroidery, stood out even from a distance.
‘The Tang family’s youth wear stealth attire even in broad daylight.
Wouldn’t that make them more noticeable during the day rather than helping them blend in? Is that really okay?’
The characters “Sichuan Tang Clan” were boldly written in red.
This attire was something the Tang family’s children wore during their youth when they were consumed by darkness and fell into a bad state.
Most of them wore it willingly.
The former head of the Seonseon family had personally commissioned the clothing during his youth.
A few sets of these martial robes had been passed down and were given to children of that age who exhibited similar symptoms.
Children of that age were captivated by the magic of the robe, as dark as night and as red as blood, and willingly wore it.
Elders from other martial families, upon seeing the robe, would tacitly understand and make allowances.
It was truly a garment with a long tradition.
The girl stared intently at Jin Cheon-hee.
Her dark eyes resembled those of a small animal.